She scans through the class's students data folder that she borrows from her homeroom teacher.

"What are you looking for actually?" Her restroom-to-go-with friend, Hani, frowns.

"Someone." She mutters.

13th october.. 13th october.. 13th october.. 13th-

"Ah found it!" She exclaims happily.

"Oh, finally. What is it?" Hani asks out of curiosity.

"Who's Park Jimin?" She asks. She never heard that there's someone named Park Jimin in her class.

"You don't know?" Hani's eyes widened.

She shakes her head innocently. "There's no photo of him here." she points at the 3×4 square empty box in the middle of the top page.

"Of course!" Hani flicks her forehead. "He's a new student! He just entered two weeks ago, don't you remember?"

"Huh? There's a new student in our class?" Her jaw drops, dumbfounded.

"Oh my god." Hani smacks her own forehead lightly. "Everyone squealed over him that time. You really don't know?"

"Maybe i was absent?" She mumbles.

"Oh, you're right! You were." Hani nods in agreement.

She sighs, feels disappointed. Because at the end, she still has no clue about what 'poop' looks like.

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